These curtains they fold
These lights they shine
And this microphone
It echoes to eventually fade out
I am abandoned to see the chipped wall paper
Soft resonance substitutes yet
My voice is still clenched
Gave way as I beg for
Some to tell me anything anyways, like it's my right
"Speak for her. Encore, encore"

Shambles with bullies and rigs
Fumbling to my chest I lose my breath to
lose my balance

Oh these symbols they rain
And this rain hits
Swallowing us as we manage to
Follow our feet and walk
the walk where our hearts are spread out like
A smock n Picasso or Poe

Troubled to dangle on
Speak for her, encore, encore.
Dripping a nuisance
For my Father I am foreign to your tongue
As I do not intend to spread misguided fortune in a sin
I crumble in my lips speak for her.
As I do not have substitutes
Will you hear me either way.